Gemma lay her head on James’ chest and he smiled. Two months they’d been together now and James still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. The world had changed a lot in the last decade and to find someone as amazing as her really was something special.
She pressed herself into him sighing and he placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“You’re amazing” he said and closed his eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you though“he continued.
He felt her tense slightly. “Okay” she said slowly. She could hear his heart racing furiously in his chest.
“It’s about my dad” he said, “there’s a reason you’ve never met him.”
“Uh-huh” she said listening “you said he left in 2020, when the wall went up and the Emperor was crowned.”
“It wasn’t just his politics” he continued, eyes still closed.
“What was it?” Gemma asked. “It’s okay babe, you can trust me.”
James breathed deep.
“My dad was one quarter African American. That makes me one sixteenth.”
Gemma said nothing and time seemed to stand still.
“Babe?” he said opening his eyes.
“Shit James” she said sitting upright.
“What?” he asked, face now ashen. “What is it…”
She turned slowly to look at him, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m MAGA James. I have to report this.”